We have been making bread. These are the little bread "hands" Booty made with her cookie cutter.



This diary page was written in early winter on the day Ima (my dog) died 8 years ago. She was stayig with my brother in Maine and I was living in the cottage on Plum Cove in Gloucester.

"In Winter
leaf veils gone
I can see the sea.

Plum Cove second floor
roof tops-window, rough seas, "rear window" views
of life when I am gone from home.

The wind and construction saws
and the sun in and out of clouds

What mysteries
the skies have for us between the lattice work
of bare branches
somehow excites the imagination."